The notes

As the notes echo in your head, you let the music take you deeper and deeper into your thoughts. As you sit at your desk listening to but only what sounds like words, are not. Cries of help and yet, you sit at your desk listening to the piano, echo, and play out. You let the notes sink. The notes they shout at you only sink in to become thoughts for later. The things you let sink in.. Their notes. Their words. Your thoughts. The things that echo in your head were the notes you didn’t think would bother you, at least in the moment, right?

As you lay in bed listening to the echoes echoing in your room but only in your thoughts. Everything so loud but yet so quiet. Nobody can hear the shouts nobody but you. The forgotten words only forgotten by them. The cries nobody cared to listen to. You lay and wonder if he really loves you, or if he’s just in love with the thought of you. The waves of sadness that are always in high tide. Day in and day out the shore is stuck.